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Delta of Venus
05:06
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Walls collapse, ceiling careen and crash upon our backs, sweat and tact
Coming clean, confusing what it means to act responsibly,
Changing,
Failing,
Abandon,
Restlessly clawing from underneath these sheets, debris and empathy, forgot the pleasantries
Tunnel down, my own little well that's mine and mine as well
Shelter in the umbra try and hide but
Burden shift, slip in past sentry with a touch of bliss, wantonness
Tastelessness, petal like rose or at least I think, can't remember a thing
"I am drunk
, crying
Begging for forgiveness.
I am tired
of digging through piles
of wrinkled clothes
My eyes feel as though they’re open,
though I’m only sleeping.
I hear a song playing,
Harmony of a woman- Lingered outward-
Cinematic quality to my implosion.
Noise flits backward- reverberates wildly
Sonic thrusts- Tapped their way through chiseled marble sound
An iconic flash of thought
It ends without."
Cold torn bed, withdrawal and gaze at ceiling still dilapidated, so inebriated
Tastelessness, petal like rose or at least I thought of it, apoplectic
Descend into catatonia,
Reaching, from the umbra
I take my first breath, all I taste is ash
And what would you expect? Everyone is changing, there's nothing pure, there's nothing sacred any
More or less, better off like this and I'm doing fine, some peace of mind
But I still miss, primal reversion of flesh and tangled mess of misery that's simply temporary, fleeting indecision, a languid condemnation seething, gone.
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2. |
Dilettante
04:16
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Feels oddly out of place
Can't keep to myself I always run my mouth
Eyes stared blankly while
Words they kept falling out
No discretion but the crowd surrounding
Heard that there's a show tonight
Got myself into a fight
Tried to explain to them it's alright
I'm not from around this town
And leaves...
Do they feel themselves fall
Or is it indistinct like memory
Can't quell the thought it's just
I've got no hand to hold by now
Crowds can watch and they see what they believe
The mind tells them I'm fine but I'm dying
Too busy leaving my thoughts on my grave
Never made time to seize the day
I heard them tell me to bite the curb
Felt my eyes water, probably just blood
Taste of salt in my mouth
No long hungering for my oath/own
And leaves...
Do they feel themselves fall
Or is it indistinct like memory
Can't quell the thought it's just
I've got my teeth I'm choking on see
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3. |
Blind Erotica
05:14
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Tried to say it in ways you'd understand
Her eyes are red in the wintertime
Because she's smoking all the time
In my day you'd say it had to be done this way
You've always had a hard heart well haven't you
It's the truth, we'd rather both pretend
Don't you think you've got the chance
To have a little laugh
Take a few steps back
You've always been good at that
Would you
Like to share a drink, confide
We're not the same lord knows we've tried
Stop pointing fingers feeling starts to linger
Words are out of place with what's really on our minds
Would you like to share a drink confide
We're both the same as much as we try
To upend the ending too much time defending
Thoughts maligned with pride
Tender malice save for
Despondent eyes, they terrorize
The urgency s obscene
took too much time reflecting
On the state of vanity
Lips blue beneath plumes of smoke
I've got a vagrant sense of humor
It's not amusing
We both know
Told me I was a fool
We pretended to be friends
But he's still stuck on you
Of all things bad and mean
Said "I love him more than you"
Good things don't come to those who wait
I'm still waiting
Maybe stop waiting
Same old words, over themselves
Stumble upon a question
Seemingly docile, so aroused by misdirection
Stretched out the syllables, pushed for antiquated points of view
Stared out the windowsill, only saw the same old view
So familiar, your confused
You know me
My face is a picture of a place you will never be
You look upon me with those fingers you adore me
Your eyes are red you're smoking all the time
In the winter you would leave me again
I remember, you forget time and time again
Seems like you could endure
Everything you haved endured
They said you'd come around
But
Your voice it carries a heavy sound
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4. |
Hive
15:48
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Bitter disgust
Taste of my riposte
Wildly anticipate
Lay down, deteriorate
Body asunder
Thoughtless wonder
Prismatic, solipsistic
Arrhythmia incarnate
It's too bright here and gravity won't cooperate
While I'm sinking, as light cascades
Something's new here, is this epiphany?
I've never felt this, or am I referencing?
Specificity isn't clear
What it means to endear
An anomaly of ennui
Referential to a degree
Lie in wait, Can't stay still
Body aches, Took my pill
Stay awake, Paralyzed
By a fear ,realized
There is a place, We will meet
If by then I do not sink
Time to arrive, hesitate
Close our eyes, now embrace
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Of Ennui Chula Vista, California
Indigo Machado: Drums
Christian Cate: Guitar
Brian Strauss: Vocals // Guitar
Shoegaze // Doom
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